Rain fell like a constant whisper over Amegakure, steady as breath, endless as time itself.

At its center stood god.

Or so the world believed.

From within the tower, Nagato Uzumaki observed everything—six perspectives, six bodies, one will. Perfect symmetry. Perfect control. The Six Paths moved in harmony, a system without flaw.

Balanced.

And yet… something had changed.

It started small.

The Deva Path paused longer than necessary when near you. Not enough to be noticed by anyone else—but enough for him.

The Asura Path, built for destruction, adjusted its stance—subtly shifting, as if recalibrating in your presence.

Even the Animal Path’s summons grew… quieter around you. Less aggressive. Less certain.

Nagato noticed everything.

That was his purpose.

From the tower, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Why?”

The question echoed in the stillness.

Balance was not coincidence. It was control. Every movement, every reaction, every breath of his Six Paths existed within that control.

But around you…

It changed.